Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Quantec,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.